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Final Score

La chasse

Quick Dark Ambient Jam

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"Got up this AM.  After 96° heat yesterday, at first light, it must have been 70° and it was pouring.  Perfectly framed, in the only part of the sky I could possibly see on my way into the kitchen in the house, was an impossibly enormous, vibrant rainbow.  It nearly ate up the whole sky.  I swallowed hard and went back for my phone so I could get a picture.  Oatmeal, aplles and walnuts.  Then, back to the studio.  It's apart from the house; a studio apartment.  There was a notification.  It's going to be one of those days."

*A video diary entry from my YouTube experiment.  I wasn't very good about regular entries.  Sometime, one time, a time, a few years back, it had been a grueling summer.  Sweltering heat.  Humidity.  Climate.  Politics.  All bad news.  News getting olds.  Family.  Wife.  Children, now adults.  Mental health.  Deep-rest.

I had seen a video on one of those poetry slam channels.  It ripped my heart right out.  There was another upload from the same artist.  It was going to be one of "those days."
Original video is here --->   https://youtu.be/3453qXd7plY


deep green audio "green about the gills"

one of those days

black box track (no AI!).

well; 2 times Dawesome KONTRAST has been used, played with MPE to augment the nucleus of this track, a transformed transformer....

EYMH - The Hills Scream

crooked smile 1.1 s 40 bpm take 1 42825

From the album “Short Stories”, released 22.01.21

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Let's Grow Old Together (album version)

Octopus (Syd Barrett)

Pulling at Loose Threads

Pulling At Loose Threads

Cover I did some time back of King Crimson tune. GarageBand extravaganza!


The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;

On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

(bass instead of flutes [haha])

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